Whether we're nibbling complimentary Oreos, thumbing through two-year-old copies of The New Yorker, catching our breath on those smelly couches, or just sneering at you young-uns bounding up the stairs, there seems to be an overabundance of those of us in the School of General Studies roaming the
My girlfriend's dad's ashes are in our fridge, next to the Steak-Ums. We're keeping his cremains on ice until we're sure all the bug eggs are dead. The handmade box he made that we were keeping him in had to go.
Hot on the heels of President Bollinger's splendid announcement that Columbia is eliminating loans for, oh, what seems like everyone but us here at the School of General Studies, came a meek little squawk from our very own owl-in-chief, Dean Awn.
As non-traditional students at an Ivy League college, we here at the School of General Studies admit that, somehow, somewhere, something went wrong. Otherwise, why would we come back to school in the first place?
May 16, 6:03pm
Thanks to all who submitted photos to our Instagram contest! After a close race, there’s a clear winner: @alemineo’s photo, seen below: We’ll use the picture as our cover photo... Read More
May 15, 5:48pm
The rising senior captains of the football team have spoken out about the arrest and the tweets that gripped campus last week. In a letter sent to Spec, they report that... Read More
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